Chapter: 32

Opening the feeble creature skill, he found more detailed information.

<[Raise Feeble Creature level 2]>

– Cast on the corpse of a small creature, raising it to fight for you.

– Damage: 1-2

– Life: 15

– 2 Feeble creature total

– Mana Cost: 5

– Must be cast on a small corpse or nothing will happen.

Jay was elated.

“Haha no way, I can have 2 now? That’s so overpowered!”

Immediately, Jay walked to another corpse, holding his hand over it and cast his spell.

“Raise” before running over to a nearby decaying trunk.

Waiting a few moments, he realised it was a great skill, but each creature didn’t upgrade very much, having 5 additional health and the possibility of 1 extra damage.

“Oh well, it’s still awesome – being able to do nothing while my minions kill everything. Maybe one day I’ll be able to stroll through a warzone looting corpses as intense warfare rages on around me heh” Jay let out a gleeful smile.

“Well, I guess this is gunna be easier than I thought.. Imagine having to actually do stuff to level up?” Jay laughed to himself.

Don looked at Jay in confusion, probably not understanding what laugher was, then glanced at the new minion.

“Oh, right.” Jay said with a devilish smile.

“Let me make introductions! Don… this is… Don! You’re both named DON! Hahahaha! DON DON!”

Jay laughed loudly, almost uncaringly in the stink-rat swamp.

He thought this was a joke that transcended the cosmic plane, even touching on the ranks of being a godlike joke, yet he was the only one laughing, alone in a swamp, still covered in mud, blood and shit.

Anyone who saw him would think he was a psychopath.

After taking far too long to calm down because of a mediocre joke, he planned his next steps.

“I’ll hit level 4 and then leave this shithole, perhaps head back to town and buy a dagger, then depending on the time, I’ll make my way to wolf’s quarry… It’s not set in stone, but I’ll see how it plays out.”

With a spring in his step, he looted the 5 rat corpses for 10 fur scraps and 15 rat teeth as he dodged the new patch of organs and flesh staining the use-to-be black marsh.

“Man, I’m gonna need a jar for all these teeth, ugh, this is disgusting…” Some of the teeth were blackened and smelly.